Fats

[Verse 1]

Check out Fats

He's a real cool cat

He's got a black and white tux

With lots of class

[Chorus]

He says

"I love that jazz

I love that razzmatazz

I love to swing

I just go crazy when you give me room

To do my thing"

That's Fats

[Verse 2]

Well, check out Fats

He's a real cool cat

He's got bright white spats

And a sharp dark trilby hat

[Verse 3]

He's got a chick that's slick

And I like her looks

And I like the way her lipstick

It matches the carnation on his tux

[Chorus]

I love his jazz

I love his style

Makes me feel so nice

Oh, Fats, won't you play with me a while?

That's Fats

[Piano Solo]

[Verse 4]

Oh well, Sigmund Freud

He gets very annoyed

He was checkin' out Fats

And Waller just didn't like that cat

He said, "I don't like his looks

I don't like his fashion"

[Chorus]

I love his jazz

I love his style

Makes me feel so nice

Oh, Fats, won't you play for me a while?

Not that, Fats

[Outro]

He's such a real cool cat

That's Fats

Nobody plays that jazz

Not like Fats

He's a real cool cat

That's Fats

He's a real cool cat

That's Fats

He's a real cool cat

That's Fats